Chapter Eleven
“Thought your house might need cleanin’,” said Puddin. She had a cigarette in her hand and quickly stubbed it out when she saw Myrtle’s expression. She shoved the cigarette butt into her pocket. “Can I come in?”
Myrtle stepped aside, still looking at Puddin in shock as the woman slouched in. “Puddin, it’s extremely unusual, as you know, for you to show up here to clean without my calling you first. In fact, it’s extremely unusual for you to show up here to clean even after I have called you.”
Puddin shrugged, pushing her lank blonde hair out of her eyes as she glanced around the room to gauge how much work she’d let herself in for. “I dunno. Thought you might have a dirty house, that’s all.”
“You didn’t bring any cleaning supplies with you,” said Myrtle. She pressed her
